dbubbles
I was born fat! Let's face it, 8 lbs. 10 oz. is no small fry! You know the old philosophy; "A fat baby, is a healthy, happy baby!" Well, not this baby. I can never remember a day going by, that my fat body didn't play into my existence. School was excruciating. I had overweight parents. My mom's idea of an incentive was to buy me cute clothes several sizes too small and then tell me to lose to fit into them. I have a younger sister who had a lesser weight problem, but still needed to lose some weight. About once a year, the whole family would go on a diet. Usually, my dad and I would team-up against my mom & sis. When I was younger, I could drop the pounds in a nano second. The bad part of this "family endeavor" was that every morning (my dad went to work very early) he would call for a weigh-in report. That is, he would stay on the phone with our mom while she stood over the scales, weighed us in, and reported our weight to him. If we had lost, we were praised according to the amount lost. If we didn't lose, or God forbid, we had gained, we were berated, & belittled beyond belief. To this day I get anxiety attacks when I see a set of scales. Will have to finish this later.......
